Questions

Who, what, when, where, why, & how?

Questions we all ask then & now.

What did you see?

How can it be?

That we’re in the place we are now?

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She Has Always Known

She reaches out

Pulls it near.

Hugging gratitude close to her heart.

She moves lightly and with joy,

Dancing with gratitude.

For gratitude is the best partner now.

Life being good for so many reasons.

There has been so much for which;

To dance for,

To hug closely for,

To be grateful for,

Everything in this life has had magnificence to offer.

Bringing her to this magical present.

This is the only way to get here.

Who We Are

Racialized in our society

Or being socialized in sobriety,

Or drunken ugliness

That leads to this mess

I must confess

To help redress

My part in the

Lifetime of our nation

Conundrum

I wish we were all hypnotized

And it was all humdrum

To see that

It’s better we change racialized

In my, your, their eyes

That we instead become humanized

And come to realize

That we can apprise

All

That

There is but one race

The

Human

One

Lets slow down

Look around

See the

Beings that are

Humans making

Up

Humanity

Dis

Disintegrate trust

Disinterested in the truth

Disgusting displays of power

Disinterred racist ugliness

Distinguished foreign leaders

Distinctive false statements

Disingenuous concern

Disastrous ten months

Discombobulate the masses

Disillusioned voters

Dishonest leadership

Distasteful statements about immigrants

And others

Distrust in the truth

Dissolution of representative discourse

Dissipation of values and morality

Distancing myself

As much as

Disparate thoughts allow

Words

Words delight

Word slice through

Left and Right

Words on the page

Can convey rage

Words show love

And tenderness

Words give hope,

Explain distress

Words are thoughts,

Visual representations

Words unspoken

Are still creations

Words thought, but as yet unshared

Are words in our psyche, still ensnared

Words help heal

The troubled, infirm

Words spoken without thought

Can make us squirm

Think about the words you use

Those words once out

Might disabuse

You and me and many more

Of things that most abhor

Communicate

With words written on a page

And those spoken without rage

Reasoned discourse, real dialogue

Truly listen to each other

Don’t be a cog

On the wheel of some false visionary

Let’s use words – complimentary

Decision

Division

indecision oblivion

Branch Dividian

all earth citizen.

It’s all a con.

Not just by

the Orange Don.

But his Trumps all.

This is not – a ball,

nor any fun at all,

this constant call

for vitriol.

Against us all

Muslims, blacks,

immigrants one and all.

Unless you’re white y’all

and maybe “Christian” if that’s what you call

all this ribald folderol

behind your wall.

Let’s change

the conversation

for creation

of dialogue,

a prologue

to minimizing this long,

slow slog

and end with an epilogue

of love.

A decision

ending derision.

Putting This Aside

All politics aside

How do we thrive

Stay alive inside

No hide

Or claim

I’m beside

Myself

Hiding on a shelf

Like the that little red elf

Moping

Hoping

It’ll all go away

We can stay out of the fray

Today

And everyday

Then we say

I’m better than them

I don’t hate Muslim

But that’s all you do

Then you say phew

That got me off the hook

I can turn away, not look

Must.

Do.

What.

I.

Can.

Fight through

Do what you can do

Resist

Persist

Help all humans

Exist

Thrive

Be alive

Live

Give

Stupidity

Stupidity

Blatant stupidity

Sometimes comes so easily

Almost fluidly

Yet having no clue it’d be

Emanating from me

You see

Without thinking

Before speaking

Sometimes your words

Are only tweaking

The other’s sensibilities

Leaving them thinking

What an __________ you are

Ive made this discovery

That the only recovery

Is the recognition

You must be a true apologician

These Thoughts

I wrote this poem in the early morning darkness on October 2nd. I don’t have television and hadn’t looked at any newsfeed before writing this. I often don’t post immediately because I want what I just wrote to settle with me. I then looked at the newsfeed and was horrified like everyone. What I wrote didn’t fit for the horror. Yesterday I started to alter what you’ll read below with my anger, and stopped. I removed what I had changed because these are the lines that I want to last. Not my ugly reaction to this senseless tragedy. Please help make the possibility of these senseless acts more difficult by encouraging sensible gun reform.

These thoughts I have

They’re from out there

They’re fine to share

These thoughts I have

They’re from in hear

I hold them dear

These thought I have

They come from near

They come from here

These thought I have

Up to pee at four AM

Hear they come again and again

These thought I have

I write them down

If I don’t I’ve lost my own

These thoughts I have

I find each one

I hope the source is never done

These thought I have

I’ve thought them too

I write them down to share with you

These thoughts I have

Some not so nice

Those, I review; once, twice, thrice

These thoughts I have

Come from above?

Some filled with anger, most with love

These thoughts I have

They’re poetic verse

Thankful for flow, unrehearsed

These thoughts I have

I hope they keep coming

In flowing, though my mind is running

THESE thoughts I have

These thoughts I have

They’re from out there

They’re fine to share

These thoughts I have

They’re from in hear

I hold them dear

These thought I have

They come from near

They come from here

These thought I have

Up to pee at four AM

Hear they come again and again

These thought I have

I write them down

If I don’t I’ve lost my own

These thoughts I have

I find each one

I hope the source is never done

These thought I have

I’ve thought them too

I write them down to share with you

These thoughts I have

Some not so nice

Those I review; once, twice, thrice

These thoughts I have

Come from above?

Some filled with anger, most with love

These thoughts I have

They’re poetic verse

Thankful for flow, unrehearsed

These thoughts I have

I hope they keep coming

In flowing, though my mind is running

These thoughts I have